가사: Del The Funky Homosapien. No More Worries.

You don't have to worry any longer
Yo, wait a damn minute
Listen to the way the man spin it
Even with improper diction
I split in and gets ends

I'm lettin' suckas know
I'm fin ta buck a bro
The nigga figga he can dust a pro
'Fessional I test a fool
I get a tool and beat him wit it
He didn't see me wit it

And this is what I'ma do, tie the crime to you
Niggas need to find a new rhyme to do
I remember when I used to grind a few
Indo sacks at my wack Sr. High School

But I told the Dean, "Bye, fool"
I graduated, he was a man I hated
And I'm glad I made it, Hie-ro, I know, you know
Fools know that my crew's so phat
If niggas try to jack then I know they got my back
A-Plus must bust the wack

I'm fed up with the wackness and this weak shit
So peep the style and learn how to freak shit
I hope ya learn how ta cope
By the time you peep this shit here
I'll be three times doper

Yeah, this is for the trendy G's
To ya bitches and High School enemies
All the hoes shoot me to the left and shit
'Cause my financial state was on deficit

But I really didn't trip, now I'm livin' phatter
And then niggas don't matter
A lot a rappers try frontin' on me
Bet they ain't got nuttin' on me
And ain't no way that buck can harm me

I turn the mouths of MC's into molecules
Niggas locked onto me like my follicles
I swallow fools with no regurgitation
We hurt ya face, men when ya placed in my path

I bust asses, ya slow like molasses
As this continues then you know the fastest
Computing, looting, I gets the root of things
Bitches with problems, I leave ya jaw numb

I slap hoes, my rap goes along
With the flow of the song as I flow on the bong
I use Jedi mind tricks to find tricks, bind tricks
Tie them up then I try and fuck

Then they die and what do I care?
I dare hoes and prepare flows
'Cause I never spare those lives
Who strives with knives and slice
I paralyze ya twice with fear
Del is nice to your ears

Not of hardest, artists going far jack off from Jupiter
Because I'm shooting for the stars
I'm a mack, never come wack
Gimme a 30 second snippet I'll rip it because the shit gets deeper

Creep ya ass as the floor rocks
We got the beat hittin' hard like four cops
Shorts out my last record
I write my rhymes nekkid, let me give you a tip
I'm on the balls so just expect it

My rep gets phatter thinkin' about those kids
They tried to step and got fucked like they momma did
By the Mr. Mostskill, I did ya hoe, still
She's askin' for waxin' 'cause she heard a hoe squeal

Hoes, I'm getting more plays than Showtime
The demon got ya screamin' with no shine
No time for regular run of the the mill
I'm packin' with steel boy soldiers
Never no more the soul soldier